Our friends over at Wikipedia say that “supper clubs tend to present themselves as having a high-class image.”
I have no further comment.
“Oh, you must go inside! It’s beautiful,” said the parishioner leaving after Mass.
She was right. Even the foyer was lovely, with the play of light on the surfaces and the hint of mystery about what was at the top of the stairs.
(And in case you wondered, the slope-shouldered gentleman there on the wall is St. Jean Baptiste Marie Vianney, the patron of parish priests.)
Cathedral of St. John the Evangelist
I had a work trip to New Orleans earlier this month, and stayed over for the weekend to visit Lafayette and some other areas in the Acadian parishes of the state; it’s for a project that I’m working on, which will begin to be revealed here on the blog one of these days.
But not yet.
I liked Lafayette, and am looking forward to getting back there to work on my project a little bit more.
And maybe when I’m back this place will be open. I rather like the looks of it.